" Zuo Hancheng, I feel like I'm getting drunk on my own now…" she said, leaning on his shoulder.
At the same time, she raised her hand to pick up the wine glass on the table, but Zuo Hancheng moved it away just as she was about to touch it, preventing her from touching it.
"Do you really think champagne won't intoxicate you?"
Zuo Hancheng stopped her from continuing to drink. Although Anhao had only drunk four or five glasses from the beginning to the end, and her alcohol tolerance for each glass was not much, she was already slightly tipsy even if she did not drink too much.
He looked down and saw the pink color on her little face. He could tell that this girl was still a little drunk. She was really a little tipsy. Otherwise, she would not have suddenly leaned on his shoulder for no reason. She was dependent and coquettish as she said such soft words.
"Is there?" Anhao raised her head. But I'm not drunk."
